Pol handed the letter in his hand to the young man in front of him, along with Kimpdu.

The flaxen-colored shawl, gray-green hat, and hyacinth feathers on the hat indicate the identity of the man's messenger.

"I promise you that I will rush to the border of Morsa as fast as I can."

"It won't take more than two days."

The courier gave assurances.

Such assurances are very effective.

Not only because reputation is related to the courier's career, but also because each courier is a lord in each realm and has a corresponding employment relationship.

To put it simply, if the messenger misses the appointment, the local lord will take the initiative to dispose of the untrustworthy messenger without the need for the employer to intervene.

"Have a nice trip!"

After Pol said this, he said goodbye to the messenger.

He needed to hurry back to the Yanam Hotel, and then leave Sika City.

Just now, the siege of Sika City was lifted, the gates of the city were opened again, and even as it was close to evening, the merchants trapped in the city took action.

If it weren't for Sika's cold climate, these merchants would have lost a fortune.

However, even so, the delay in time will cause these businessmen to lose a lot.

Therefore, the merchants could not wait.

Even if it wasn't a good idea to go out of town at night, they decided to do it.

The same goes for Pol.

Although he is not a businessman, he is in a hurry.

Pol, who had returned to the inn, shouted directly at Ashcano, "Are you ready?" ”

After speaking, without waiting for his bodyguard to answer, he began to check it himself.

"No problem."

"Water, food, the boss of Horruf kindly replenished some gunpowder and projectiles for us."

Ashcano replied.

"Very well, let's go right away."

As he spoke, Pol looked at Qin Ran, who was waiting on the side, and asked with a blank look.

"Let's go."

Qin Ran went straight to the carriage, Pol followed, and Ashcano sat in the coachman's position, flicking his whip.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the carriage slowly drove away from the Yanan Hotel.

Horruf's fat figure appeared at the door of the inn, he did not say goodbye, the witcher was not used to saying goodbye, because, no one knew whether the farewell was an eternal farewell.

But this did not prevent Horuff from watching.

After watching the carriage disappear from view, Horuff turned and returned to the lobby of his hotel.

"Yanan will leave it to you for the time being."

"I need to make a long trip."

Horuff said to his buddy.

"Okay boss, leave it to us."

The guy who knew a little bit of his boss's identity nodded, and then, after hesitating for a moment, said, "Please pay attention to safety, have a good trip!" ”

Picking up his wooden suitcase, Horuff grinned.

The witcher who set sail again didn't say much, and after patting his fellow on the shoulder hard, he turned and left.

Although those old friends have been notified by covert means, there are a few guys who still need to visit in person.

Especially that bastard at the border Molsa.

Hopefully not drunk to death in the barrel.

With this in mind, Horuff quickly entered the group out of the city, and soon disappeared.

In the same way, Hollaika, who had changed into a gray-black cotton robe and wrapped herself tightly, also entered this endless line.

He needed to return to Etaninburg to continue his mission.

Snake Pie......

Eternal life!

Silently recovering his faith, when he stepped out of the city gate, Hollaika turned his head to look at the city behind him, and on the city wall, he saw the figure of that attribute.

That's his mentor.

After a covert salute, Hollaika took a slight step back, blending into the shadows on the side of the road before disappearing silently.

On the city walls, the superior evil spirits watched all this.

At his side, Sergei and Hove saw all this in the same way.

There was a hint of envy in the eyes of the two young men.

They knew that this was a special technique 'originating' from the Snake Sect, which had been improved and taught to each other by the messenger beside them.

It hides the most striking feature of the Snake Pie, but it still works.

"Emissary, can we learn such a technique?"

Sergey asked.

"Of course."

"Our Lord was born from the 'Serpent Sect', and we are one."

"If you want to learn, I will teach you with all my heart."

The superior demon said the answer that had been prepared for a long time.

"My lord was born from the Serpent Sect?"

Curiosity appeared on the faces of the two young men.

"Yes."

"The Serpent Sect was once the 'place of origin' of our Lord, because, by the coincidence of the 'Black Calamity', my Lord truly 'descended' into this world."

"But my lord remembers his origins, even now—the members of the Serpent Sect, like all of you, are our brothers and sisters."

The superior evil spirit perfects the setting of the 'Mist' and the Snake Sect.

There's a thrifty boss who knows how to maximize profits.

"I see."

Two pious young men who trusted the evil spirits of the higher authorities did not have the slightest suspicion.

"Let's go."

"When these businessmen are gone, we should act too."

"After all, in the decree that His Majesty has just issued, it has invited the lords of the Northlands, Erin. Nord. Sika was already a step too late. ”

"It's time to go."

The superior demon said.

"Follow your will, my lord."

The two young men bowed at the same time.

……

The traffic in Sika City gradually eased after the night completely fell.

After the lord's order, the gates of Sika City did not close with the arrival of night, torches and braziers appeared above and below the gates, and the number of reinforced guards watched everyone who went out, and at the same time, warned those who wanted to enter the gate.

The merciful Lord of Sika allowed the merchants who had not left for a long time to leave, but did not let people enter the city at night.

This is the rule of Sika's collar.

It can even be said that it is traditional.

This is true not only of the Sika Territory, but of all the territories of the Northern Continent, since the reign of Aitandine I, and it has never changed.

Sergei and Hove were dressed in leather armor and cotton cloaks, and their hands and feet were covered with thick rabbit fur skins, which were also rabbit fur scarves to block the cold wind of the night.

Their eyes were fixed on the darkness outside the city.

As the mainstay of the Church of the Mist, they already know some secret things from the Emissary.

For example, the tradition of not allowing people to enter the city at night.

When the sun disappears, some people still look like people, but they just look like they're human.

Crunch.

A figure staggered towards the city gate.

"Stop!"

The soldiers in front of the city gate stopped each other, and the swords and bows in their hands were raised.

However, such warnings are of no use at all.

The other party was still staggering closer.

Subconsciously, the soldiers holding the bow and crossbow wanted to shoot, but the next moment, their faces changed.

A paralyzing sensation appeared in their bodies, making it impossible for them to move as usual.

Sergey and Hove were also affected.

However, the reaction of the two young men was extremely fast.

When you feel something is wrong, you pray out loud —

"O Supreme Lord!"

"We listen to your teachings, we live by your will, we bow to your greatness, we hold your name, we will shine on the world, and we have all that you give ......"

In the midst of the prayer, a faint light appeared on the two young people.

Suddenly, the paralysis disappeared, and the two young men immediately drew their long swords and rushed towards the staggering man.

Burst!

The swaying figure raised his arm and wanted to grab it towards Sergei, but at the moment when his arm was raised, it was cut off by Hove's sword.

At the same time, Sergei's long sword also swept through the opponent's neck.

Poof.

The moment the head hit the ground, the opponent's body fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.

Looking at the black blood and maggots flowing from the chest, the soldiers around them who were gradually recovering were frightened, and Sergei and Hove were as usual.

"Pour kerosene and burn it."

After Sergei examined the body, he commanded very dryly.

"Yes!"

A few of the soldiers who came to their senses immediately replied.

As the soldiers approached the corpse, prayers to the 'mist' rang out of their mouths.

They saw everything that had happened before.

'The Mist' was able to shelter both captains.

Nature is also able to shelter them.

As long as they are devout in their faith.

And in the face of fear, faith is naturally pious.

At first, the prayers were low, but soon they began to sound from the mouths of all the soldiers near the city gates.

Because......

In the distance, more wobbly figures began to appear.

"Heh, it's exactly what the adults expected."

"These guys really can't wait."

Hough looked at the figures with a sneer.

Sergei looked behind him.

There, three wagons, protected by a troop of cavalry, were slowly approaching.

The carriage at the front was drawn by four solid-colored horses, made of solid wood and metal, and the Sika family coat of arms was clearly visible on the doors, but it was different from before.

The coat of arms belonging to the god of war is gone.

Of course, the 'Mist' emblem didn't appear either.

It's not time yet!

The two carriages behind this carriage are much more rudimentary.

There were no beautiful and protective carriages, and there were only two horses pulling the cart, which were still horses.

But Sergei's eyes were more focused on the two carriages.

Because, this is 'tinder'!

The spark that belongs to the 'fog'!

One of them will go to the border of Molsa.

The other followed the Baroness's carriage to Etaninburgh.

The glory of our Lord will surely shine on the whole Northland!

The young man thought, turned to look at the enemies.

"Kill!"

With a loud roar, the young man rushed forward, his long sword in his hand plundering the lives of the 'enemy'.

This is his task.

Just like those brothers and sisters who go from place to place.

The stumbling corpses fell one by one.

Kerosene was poured on it and burned.

and the gates of the city were as bright as day.

This kind of light attracts more guys in the dark.

They're starting to peek in.

But it didn't go any further.

The aura of those people discouraged them.

The 'fog' is no longer the 'fog' it once was.

The other party is no longer the same as them.

Of course, it's impossible to just give up.

A few guys who thought they were smart began to plot.

The sound of prayers and killings reached the Baroness's ears through the car door.

The baroness holding the book turned slightly pale, and she couldn't help but whisper a prayer, and only felt a little relieved when she saw the superior evil spirit sitting opposite.

In fact, if she could, she didn't want to rush to Etaninburgh overnight.

Even, she didn't want to go to Etaninburgh.

However, as the lord of Sika, she had to go.

This is the responsibility of the lord.

Enjoy the glory and bear its weight.

Not to mention......

Quietly raising her head, the baroness secretly looked at the superior evil spirit sitting in front of her like a maiden.

The calm countenance, the mature aura, and the familiar feeling all made the Baroness can't help but look forward to it.

It takes two days and one night to get from Sika City to Etaninburg.

To be able to stay with the superior evil spirits for so long.

It's also excellent.

"Simon."

The Baroness shouted the name of the superior spirit.

"Erin, what's wrong?"

The upper demon turned his head and asked with a smile.

"You...... When you arrive in Etaninburgh, will you leave? ”

When the words came to her lips, the baroness suddenly changed her original words, but when this sentence changed the subject was asked, the baroness couldn't help but worry.

"No, it won't."

"I need to keep you safe."

"The previous conflict with the Temple of the God of War will make you the target of everyone."

The superior demon shook his head.

"His Majesty is weaker than he imagined."

"Otherwise, it can't be just a projection."

The Baroness breathed a sigh of relief, and then, immediately.

As a baroness from an aristocratic background and a penchant for reading, she knows far more than ordinary people.

"But we still can't afford to underestimate it."

"Gods, never to be underestimated."

"And, I'm more worried about the lady."

The name of the 'calamity' was not spoken, but the Baroness knew it.

The Baroness was terrified of the lady.

She couldn't imagine what the other party who brought the 'black plague' would look like if she made a move.

Fear......

Another disaster, right?

Seeing the baroness's pale face, the superior evil spirit said softly: "Don't worry, you have to have faith in my lord—my lord is far more powerful than you think." ”

"All we need is to deal with fellow mortals."

"Leave the affairs of the gods to my lord."

The words of comfort from the superior evil spirit made the baroness feel a little better.

Immediately, however, the baroness became worried again.

"If you leave here, won't there be a problem with Sika?"

The Baroness asked.

"Don't worry."

"Carl is more shrewd and powerful than you think."

"Also, Sergey and Hove are also great lads."

"If someone really comes to Sika City at this time to cause trouble, I will only pray for them and hope that they will not regret it."

The superior demon laughed.

The Baroness finally put her mind at ease.

Then, she looked at the book in her hand.

Although she preferred to talk to the superior evil spirit, when she saw the appearance of the superior evil spirit closing her eyes and recuperating, the baroness still chose the book in her hand.

The convoy quickly left the gates of the city and headed for Etaminople.

After a while, it disappeared into the darkness of the night.

As the convoy left, the gates of Sika City slowly closed.

Sika City, which had been a little noisy before, immediately became quiet.

But......

On the road to Etaninburgh, the first to leave Sika City, Qin Ran's merchant convoy became extremely noisy at this time.

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